It was right about here that the daughter and I spontaneously burst into "Natural Science," same verse, as if reading one another's mind.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40. Giants Causeway, located on the northeastern coast of Northern Ireland, is the remnant of a ancient volcanic eruption. It's not obvious from this photo, but the area was remarkably reminiscent of Devil's Postpile National Monument in California, though a good bit more damp.
I don't know if these buildings were abandoned, but there was something so lonely about them. A panel of the door appears to have been bashed in, and I couldn't see a road leading to them. There is an air of fairytale--the plant life growing up the roof reminded me so much of a book the daughter had as a little girl--and they seemed to be waiting.
Yes, I have my romantic moments, too.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40 and telephoto.
It did seem a bit hard just to show the mortar and not give the rest of the castle a chance. But you should be sensing a theme here...note the color of the grass. It has a lot to do with the color of the sky.
Or more to the point, the water that kept falling from the sky.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40. Heading back from the castle, the tour guide made a special point of noting the Tesco where the former Kate Middleton was spotted shopping after her wedding. Also, the railway station with the longest name in the UK, in Welsh, which he took great pleasure in repeating.
One of the highlights of this trip for me was to be a visit to Guernsey. Evidently, that is Guernsey, but I wouldn't really know because this is as close as I got. Reports were that excessive wind and chop made a visit untenable. Hell, I've kayaked in worse than that!
Not that I was given the option.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40, telephoto lens. I was more than a little annoyed, but I guess it means that next time, I go back and visit all the Channel Islands.
Sitting in this window, I watched dawn break. A bird perched on a chimney sang the sun rise, liquid notes in the soft, cool air, such beauty in its voice. Light touched the quiet buildings and silent streets below me. It was so incredibly peaceful.
I tried, sitting there, to imagine the sound of cannon, the shouts of men, the crash of buildings as they fell. I tried to imagine smoke rising at the edge of the town.
Birdsong filled the sky. A duck swam in the channel below. The rhythmic sound of footsteps approached as someone jogged along the pavement, and I watched a man open his garage and pull his car out into the alley. All very peaceful.
So much blood. So many lives. So many years of conflict. And I wondered if that was really the price for the calm and lovely town laid out before me.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40 in the early morning light. Speaking of tenacity, Ypres was bombed flat during the course of WWI. They rebuilt. The town is magnificent.